In this wobbly economy will humor conquer restaurant offerings?
Will we see the advent of the 'unhappy hour' menu?
Could it bring together, nouvelle cuisine portions, molecular gastronomy and small prices?
We could start with 'tears of brie'.
In related news I just read that in the UK "Home Secretary Jacqui Smith and Health
Secretary Alan Johnson have announced the broad outline of their
proposals to further restrict the use of certain promotional tactics by
alcohol retailers, through the imposition of a mandatory code of
practice."
Unhappy Hour in Pasadena for Susan of Open Mouth, Insert Fork meant going to Neomeze (which looks like a neat place) mistakenly (?) on a Monday and finding the doors closed.
It also inspired the Unhappy Hour poem by Richard Garcia (below) for Redhead Mag :
where the sun claws its way down a cyclone fence,
the asphalt falters, and plastic bags, longing for the Sargasso
try to wrench themselves from the grasp of thorns.
In the sky, just one cloud, yellowish, stranded.
Unhappy biking past the blue canopy in a graveyard–
three thousand miles away your brother is being lowered.
You eulogize a bit: first bike, a driving lesson, Listen
to this solo, Ziggy Elman "And the Angels Sing"–
but then you recall the Drowning Lesson, flung
into sink-or-swim, laughter, then the head held under.
Unhappy hour, cocktail of sudden regret, as if
you woke from a fifty-year coma and were told the date.
As if your winning ticket to the lottery disintegrated
in the washing machine. And there's the Poe look-alike
paid to sulk at the Poe Museum, Unhappy Hour, mix and mingle."
Will imaginary menus replace real ones?
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